Author Note: Thanks to all of you for the reviews and the favourites. :) Glad to know my writing isn't rubbish :) I will try and update this story regularly but I have exams and revision which unfortunately come first :(. I would like to dedicate this story to my grandad who passes away a few weeks ago.
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman not me.
The Return
Prologue
The world. Almost destroyed by an asteroid or by many, the disasteroid. The famous ghost boy, inviso-bill. Wait, Danny Phantom had saved the world by bringing together the very ghosts that tried to kill him everyday. He saved the world and his secret had been revealed. His biggest secret, his identity. For Danny Phantom was in fact Danny Fenton. An average kid who attended Casper High. He was the son of the two renowned ghost hunters. Jack and Maddie Fenton. His friends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley had known about his secret from the beginning. His sister Jazz had found out thanks to spectra. A ghost that had tried to kill her and take away any and all happiness in the school.
The ghost zone. The dimension that all ghosts resided beyond the Fenton portal. The purple and green sky with floating doors leading to ghosts territories. Far across the zone was a place in between time itself. It was a tower like structure on a floating piece of ground where the ghost of time resided. Also known as Clockwork, master of time. The ghost floated in front of a large viewing screen. His purple cloak covering all but the brass clock gears that were visible in his chest. His face was blue but had a vertical scar down one side. He held a staff that had a clock on top, engraved CW.
His wise red eyes scanned the screens thoroughly. At the moment it showed the events that unfolded a month ago, the disasteroid. The master of time smiled at the event that he had foreseen but still watched over like a rerun on TV, distracting himself from the future to come.
"Clockwork!" A demanding voice said behind him.
He mentally groaned. Them again. He paused the viewing screen and turned around, giving a fake smile at the two ghost that now floated in the room. They were dressed in long robes and had one
eye. The Observants.
One of them floated forward. "Clockwork, we have seen the events before us and we cannot allow you to disrupt the time stream like last time."
The master of time frowned. "I have seen what is to come but I will help Daniel to stop it."
The second observant floated forward. "We cannot allow that. You are meant to watch over the time stream not change it."
Clockwork fold his arms. "I know my job. You are Observants, you observe the events. I do not. He will not stop at destroying you and everyone else in existence."
The first observant replied. "You know the consequences of altering the time stream."
"I know my job." Clockwork repeated. "I will help Daniel stop him. If I do not he will not stop at bringing total destruction."
Both Observants narrowed their eye but the second one replied. "Fine but Daniel and him are your responsibility."
Clockwork nodded. The Observants vanished and he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to the viewing screen that now showed the events to come. The destruction, burning and loss. The boy, Daniel, was running down the street, his raven black hair blown back by the wind. His sky blue eyes straining to see behind him. His signature red and white t-shirt and blue jeans. Clockwork continued to watch as Daniel changed into his alter ego. Danny Phantom. The bleach white hair and black and white hazmat suit. The phantom logo on his chest. The now neon green eyes determined. His parents were close by but the threat was getting closer. Clockwork seeing this before waved his staff at the viewing screen which then went black. He had seen that event unfold many times before and he, for once didn't want to see how it ended. The room was now nearly black apart from the glow the master of time seemed to emit. The room had become deathly silent.
The silence was then quickly interrupted by the sound of metal clanging. The master of time floated out of the viewing room and down a long hallway. Up a spiral of stairs to lead him to the top of the tower. He slowly opened the door. The room was relatively empty apart from the small wooden table and the rusty and dented thermos on top. The greyish silver and green cylindrical container also known as the Fenton thermos rattled as the captive tried to break free yet again. He flew over and watched as it rattled endlessly. A small almost invisible crack appeared down one side. The thermos continued to rattle and the master of time sighed, a tired expression on his face.
"It has begun."
He floated out of the room, closing the door behind him. Leaving the ultimate enemy alone once more, knowing that he was unfortunately going to return.
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